Better. -ish.

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My next read was 121 after nothing but tea.  So I had a fatted tea and a fatted coffee, and a very minor insulin dose.  It is running at 123 as I head to bed.  I can hope I did figure things out.  That sweetener was the problem.  It may take several days to work out of my system.  As I suggested, sometimes the junk gets queued, lost, or otherwise stored or sidetracked.  I will give it a week before I worry about difficulties.

I am much more secure after today.  Further, with a fresh and new container of drops used, the probability of sabotage is reduced.  It wouldn't be all that difficult to lift the security seal and replace it, or even pass a syringe through or under and through.  Ask me how I would know.

Did you ask?  If so, shut up, that's how.

It's late, but fine.  I had visitors, with an arrangement for a future visit.  As well, I received a call, setting up an appointment soon.  So, sooner than later, I need to rejoin the living as if I mean it.  Which means grocery shopping by the end of the week.  Yeah!  Seriously, I need something something.  Having to buy bits of beef at a time.  But if ssd restarts, I'll hit up the butcher for a side, and get talking with a local hog producer to get one of those set to go.  Pay for it roughly in advance.

Bedtime.  Good night, God bless, and sleep well younglings.  Oh, trust me, you are ever so young, even should you be in your hundredth years.